sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: pegasus j. crawford

[He'd passed out fairly earlier than usual from utter exhaustion earlier that afternoon, sleeping long into the night with little interruption. The oppressive atmosphere the Decaying Darkness placed on a mind like his was as heavy as the effects of pandemonium eating away at the City.

The deep shadows surrounding his bedside was absolutely still, the room silent. In his moderately lavish bedroom soaked with blue moonlight the Prince of the World of Toons lay sleeping on silk bedding, peacefully. Or so it would seem. The lace curtains hanging down from the canopy bed swayed gently. There was an ominous air about, even from what the video showed…A silhouette was cast overtop the sleeping Pegasus' head, elongated from the window as if some terrible beast lurked just outside.

"Grmmm…" Pegasus groaned unconsciously, his brow furrowing and his body tossing, tangled in the sheets.

There's a moment where he quivers and then hoarsely whimpers, moaning something inaudible beneath his breath.]

A-ah…Please no….N-not that…!

[He speaks in a way that suggests fright or even pain, his face contorting, until finally the peak of his nightmare seems to come to fruition, and he yells out:]

"Nooooooooooooooooo!"

[He sits up with a violent start at that, panting harshly, looking as white as a sheet. Pegasus' entire body is drenched with a cold sweat, his gasps coming in short, erratic bursts as his heart pounded. He clenched at his night shirt and the sheets around him as if for reassurance that he was still there in his bed, leaning over to fumble for the light switch. Instead of finding it immediately however he nearly topples out of the bed, righting himself at just the last second so that he flings off the blankets and lets his feet touch the floor.

( The Darkness blinds my soul...Cut for brevity! )

((ooc: Basically, this follows the skewed perceptions plot from the Core Malfunction. Pegasus temporarily has lost his sight, allowing him to see through touch rather than through his actual eye.))

mister_foppish

It seems I'm one of the few who hasn't gotten sick. I don't think there's any secret to it, really. I've been staying inside the entire time, largely on the advice of Mister Gant. But you know, being in a cramped space for this long is starting to really set me on edge.

[A shiver and he clutches at himself. He looks rather tired, if nothing else. There's a dark circle prominent under his eye, and he doesn't look so well despite his claim of being perfectly healthy.]

Hn. I can't sleep. Every night there's always something unnatural enough to keep me awake. Strange noises, scratchings at the walls…Howling. City sounds. I lived on an island by myself for a reason, you know.

( Cut for brevity )

Living in this…apartment…(Well, temporarily residing, I should say.) I've never stayed in such a small space before. When is this sickness, plague, or whatever it is going to end? Then I can at least find something to do rather than go completely mad. I was never cut out for the whole stress thing. Ceaseless worrying and what-have-you. That's why I had people who'd do that for me, back home. Didn't I say I was a prince..? Oh well. Guess that hardly matters now.

Could be worse…Tell me, Siren's Port: What do you do in a situation like this?…I don't even have anything to paint with. Working with my hands usually relaxes me. Pent up with no outlet, I guess the saying goes.

[Pours himself another glass of wine, sipping a little too hastily. Okay, he might be a little intoxicated…At five-ish in the morning, no less. He looks a little flush, to say the least.

Hiccups, hiding his mouth behind his hand.]

I'd sing you a song but...I don't think I'm in the mood. Anyone else…not sick?

mister_foppish

[A video blips on as he fiddles with his device, at long last making a steady connection to the netvice community. A silvery-haired fop is now on your network—Ready to do a little chit-chatting, Siren's Port?]

Oooo. This is just like out of one of those Sci-Fi shows, you know. How exciting. Can you all hear me? Well hello, hello there! ~☆

[Waves all friendly-like with a glass of wine in one hand, smiling winsomely.]

Good evening, good evening my dear friends. I do hope all of you are having a stellar evening, indeed. I'm…What is it they say? Newly Arrived? Oh, it's really all very strange. Very confusing. Why, I've been absolutely terrified!~

Also, I confess, a little exhausted.

[Fans himself briskly with one hand and sits up from what appears to be a posh-looking couch that most certainly wasn't in the Starter Apartments, letting forth a dramatic sigh.]

Well, since it appears we're going to be stuck here for a while why don't you let me tell you a little about myself so we might get to know each other better, hm?

My name is Pegasus J. Crawford, inventor of a wonderful card game called Duel Monsters, chairman and CEO of Industrial Illusions, and I come from America. California, to be specific. Ha, ha.~ It's a wonderful place, really.

[Giggles at that, as if telling the most amusing joke.]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. ♡

But now that you know who I am, it's only fair that I should like to get to know all of you. So, boy do I have a little question for you, Siren's Port:

Do any of you like to play games? I invented one, you know. Maybe you could help lil' old me pass the time? A winner-take-all duel, you might say. The loser takes me out to dinner. Or, if you're so inclined, maybe show me around. I could really use a tour. How about it, hm?

[ooc: Action tags are welcome. He'll come skipping right out to meet and greet almost anyone if they're friendly enough. Don't expect him to walk too far though unless you call him a cab.

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